Oh he had pictures and paintings he could hang, they were all sitting in the back of his closet. They were from the trailer he and his mother had lived in before she moved in with the Lars, after she died Beru and Owen had given them to him and while he had tried to leave them behind his step-brother and his girlfriend had sent them to his new place. He really had no intention of hanging them but he couldn't throw them out either. He claimed he wanted to forget his mother yet he still couldn't let her go.
"Yeah, I'm not good at interior design. I do have some stuff for the walls but they don't really fit, you know? Some of my mother's old stuff. After she died it all came to me but it's all sort of south-western, down-home kinda stuff. Lots of turquoise and oak. Not really my style. And I'd really rather not be reminded of her all the time." the smile he gave her was slightly sad, "I would rather think about you."